TDT remains an old-fashioned institution. Consider this a pre-emptive auto-rejection.

There will be no review of Mr. November’s backside, for there is nothing to verify here. There will be no consideration for Miss TDT status, no invite to the Christmas party.

Note: I said nothing about the afterparty. I am told Mr. November and Weinstein have both RSVP’d. Typically we discard our party slacks and socialize in our briefs. That’s about all I am at liberty to say right now.

We had her in to read for the lead in the ill-fated, TDT produced “My Body, My Gerbil” – an ambitious and much ballyhooed avant-garde arthouse picture that ultimately failed because there was no script or camera.

Nobody knew what was going on – yet it hardly mattered. We were all carefree back then.